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This is the conversation that took place on the day of the procedure, from the time I left the room where the wire was inserted into the lump, through the surgery prep and into the evening. I hope it is worth a chuckle or two for others.

Somehow I left out the screen shot where I say something about not thinking that was a compliment.

At this point I was wheeled away for surgery. The conversation picked up again after.

I edited out a screenshot where I referenced someone possibly kicking someone else.

And much later that evening after some more sleep…

That’s how I spent the day of surgery. I have the best friends. And the silliest. Thanks, guys and gals. I couldn’t have done it without you. And special thanks to my husband who had to listen as I read these aloud all day. XO

Update: Thursday, in preparation for the lumpectomy on Friday, I returned to the nuclear medicine lab where I’d had the MRI and all that jazz done. They needed to give me some sort of injection. Unfortunately, I Googled what sort of injection I needed before this procedure and as you may have experienced at one time or another, Google scared me silly. There were descriptions of injections (multiple) directly into the “bull’s eye” so to speak, and the declaration that it feels like someone is putting out a cigarette on you. For ten minutes. By the time I arrived at the lab, I was surprised they couldn’t see my heart beating through my shirt. It was giving my recent cardio ablation a run for its money. I told the nice technician that people were saying terrible things about her on the Internet and she said it was totally untrue. I would get to judge for myself.

In my case, it was one shot, not four, and while it DID sting quite a bit, it certainly wasn’t torture. Thank goodness. The purpose behind this was to inject another dye that would show the doctor which lymph nodes are the first in the transportation of cells. That way she could remove those for testing while she was doing the lumpectomy.

The next day we drove through a deluge to the surgical center, where they ushered me into the room where I would receive a wire. This wire would be inserted into the lump with guidance from an ultrasound, then I would be given a mammogram to make certain it was in place. The wire would guide the surgeon to the lump. For some crazy reason I thought the wire would be a tiny, skinny-type wire. Imagine my surprise when I sat up after this procedure and had a TV antennae sticking out of my chest by about 6 inches. It was crazy! They quickly taped it down so I could put on a shirt and make my way to the mammogram machine. At some point as I stood there with the antenna sticking out again, getting smashed in the mammo contraption I realized it had happened. That moment had come when you are either so sick or so overwhelmed and out of your element that you don’t care if you are shirtless in front of a stranger and have a metal thing sticking out of your chest. I was a walking dowsing rod. Only instead of water, I would lead you to Chardonnay.

Everything looked correct on the mammogram, so I was taped down again and walked across the hall to where the actual procedure would take place. I got to change into one of those gorgeous hospital gowns/tarps and prepare to meet the anesthesiologist, surgeon, etc. in the meantime, while Robert sat beside me behaving quite properly, I decided I needed to start a texting group and let my besties know what was happening moment by moment. I will plug that text message in on another post. It’s probably not as enjoyable to you as it was for me, but I want it on the record anyway.

To cut to the chase, the surgery went great. Lymph nodes look totally normal but she’s sending them in anyway for testing. I should hear about that this week. I was wrapped in yet another fashion forward item – a tube top – and told to wear it for 2 days, if possible. Which I did. Then I gladly removed it. I slept most of the evening after surgery and then was strangely awake all day Saturday and Sunday. No naps. Monday, I couldn’t get enough sleep. Go figure.

A slow growing, less than 2 cm infiltrating ductal carcinoma. It’s grade 1, so basically as good as it can get for bad news. At this point it looks like the next steps are a lumpectomy and 6 weeks of radiation. So, we’re really almost done with the whole thing. (At least that’s what I’m telling myself.)

This happened really quickly. I was at work about a month and a half ago and suddenly felt a sharp pain in my left upper breast/chest area. I held a hand over it, which is really not a good look for the office, and just muddled through until it stopped hurting. Then it was totally out of site out of mind. Probably 2 weeks later I was reading in bed and felt another sharp pain in the same location. Inspecting it more closely, I found…a lump.

The next day I called my doctor, who got me in for a mammogram the NEXT day. A few days later I was back in, getting a biopsy. (Ouch.) Two days later my doctor’s office called and asked me to come in for the results. Full on panic started then. Never a good sign. It was around this time that shock set in. And a little parking lot car crying may have taken place.

Luckily, I have a great doctor. Surgeons were recommended. Appointments made. It became basically waiting from day to day to find out what was happening next. What was the news? Results? It was so surreal. I could not stop thinking about my friend Leah being diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer and dying two years later. Although my initial results looked good, I couldn’t help but think at three in the morning, “What if this is a secondary location? What if I’m riddled with cancer? Is that why my hip hurts? Does that explain my migraines lately? As fast as my doctors were moving, and it was FAST, there was still waiting time, and it felt endless. I started writing the night before the last round of tests. It was 1:30 AM and I’d been trying to sleep for hours. I had an MRI, bone scan and CT scan awaiting me the next day. This was my stream of thought:

– Tonight I am a little nervous about the MRI and scans tomorrow, but I know in my head that chances are really small that anything will have spread. I SHOULD be worried about my sudden break up with estrogen therapy. My little tumor (to be named later) is estrogen receptive. That means estrogen is no friend of mine, and has to go. Which is funny (not), because without it I am a mess. Within hours of removing the patch, I was unaccountably annoyed. With everything. Maybe now is the time I should learn to laugh at the small stuff. Small stuff I suck at. Big stuff? I’m a freakin’ rock. Mostly.

It’s 2 AM now. The hot flashes and monkeys in my head are still at it. I’m waiting. Waiting for the test, biopsy, results, appointment, phone call. Good news. Bad news. Whatever. After the tests tomorrow, I could hear from Dr. G in the afternoon. Or, it might be Friday. It definitely won’t be later than that. And this will tell me if there are any other places they see anything suspicious. So I feel like once I know that, we can move forward. In the meantime, I guess I’ll go with this nervous breakdown/insomnia thing.

So, as I said earlier, the tests were good. Compared to what many women go through, this is a cake walk. I’m almost embarrassed to even call it cancer. I feel there’s an in between something it could be called. But then again, I have the option of lumpectomy or full mastectomy, so that’s just scary. That’s for real, right? Not pleasant to consider. Life changing. I just keep going back and forth between feeling really lucky and feeling terrible. I haven’t settled on an emotion yet. And maybe I just won’t.

That ought to be fun for everyone around me. Woohoo! Which way is the wind blowing today?

Side note: when you’re diagnosed with cancer, they give you a 3-ring binder. With tabs. It’s like they realize your mind was just blown and someone has to organize you or you’ll fall apart. Which is probably very true. For the past 2 weeks, all my test results and doctor stuff was in my purse. Wadded up. Now it’s hole punched. Cancer will motivate you to get your s#!& together.

Well, some of it. Don’t expect miracles, people. I’m still a hot mess. And I can promise you, no matter what, that will not change.

Like this:

My neighbors on Next Door have been reprimanding each other for the vitriol being spewed. As a result, one of my favorite (most obnoxious) neighbors has chosen to leave the site completely! Goodbye, Marsha. You will be missed. We will now start keeping track of how many people are signing off for good. Currently there are 843 neighbors.

Just today there was ANOTHER discussion about how rude people are – I hope your sense of irony is ready for a little exercise.

Title: Stop and read what you wrote before posting – 22h ago

Joann

In response to Suzann’s comment this morning about people continuing to leave this forum, I can see why. This should be a friendly and helpful place not a place to put out your opinions and promote your beliefs without any facts to support. You’ve heard the saying that opinions are like XXXX (insert body part here), everybody’s got one!

Take a minute and read what you wrote before posting. Perhaps YOUR opinion would be better off sent privately than in an open forum. (How about your opinion was not requested so pipe down?) I almost responded too about this not being the forum for missing animals but I stopped and LET IT GO!

What a waste of everyone’s time to post, read and respond to this pettiness. Go out and do something like meet a new neighbor or pick up trash to better the neighborhood instead of dragging it down. Bet your time would be much better spent!

Well, that’s not going unchallenged.

Batter up!

Pam

Jo Ann we all should enjoy the freedom that you have- to express ones opinions openly – I respect your right to do that in fact applaud you for doing that. All of us who live here should be free to do that. It is in the spirit of concern for ones view of what one wishes to live around or near that is causing this emotional upheaval. Its not political nor is it directed at anyone by name. My suggestion is if a post does not agree with ones viewpoint or interest then there is a delete button nearby. I use it quite frequently. It works. Dont know how long you have lived in OLH but 27 years is worth something.

Now, I’m not sure where this comes from but the next comment is:

William

Cats must be on a leash in the City of Dallas.

Uhm, okay. For a minute I thought he was calling them “catty” but unfortunately I was giving him way too much credit.

Well, Joann is not going to follow her own advice now and ignore Pam. Of course not!

Joann

Agreed – everyone has the right to express their thoughts but NOT to attack an individual for their actions, thoughts or beliefs. Many people on here do this and it’s not right. This is supposed to be a forum that promotes a neighborhood spirit not destroy it and when people attack one another – that’s a problem.

I’m not sure if you get my point. If, as grown adults, people cannot figure out how to choose their words in a manner that promotes healthy discussion instead of mean spirited conflict, that too is a problem. Taking a few seconds and choosing the right words make dealing with different people opinions, thoughts and fears will be so much more productive unless stupidity, meanness and closed minds shut down people. I KNOW I am not alone in this thinking.

It shouldn’t matter about length of time in the neighborhood. Common courtesy and respect for neighbors is the issue I am talking about – not pets, not houses. If you are not in tune with what I’m saying, there is a delete button nearby.

Like this:

I HAVE to live in the most bat$#!t neighborhood on Next Door. Enjoy this debate. I apologize for the length, but it was just too wonderfully ridiculous to waste.

SUSPICIOUS VEHICLE 2d ago

Kimberly
Hey neighbors there is a gray 2008?? Ford Mustang on our street with a middle aged Hispanic man sitting in it, he has been just sitting in his car for about 45 minutes. Anyone know anything should I be suspicious I need to leave my house just worried because he is right in front of my house and has been sitting there in his car for quite awhile

Marsha
call 911 don’t mess with it

Marsha
Police will be there in a minute

(Wow. That was fast. Marsha does not waste time.)

Karry
That might be the water meter guy, I think he drives something like that. I’ve watched him before.

Donna
how about go and ask him if he needs help.

Marsha
no way would I go and ask

Sharon
I would call police NOW.

Lisa
My husband works from home and is checking now. We are on your street.

Joe
Any doubts, call 911!

Greg
The car in question is an ’01 Mustang and it is empty now. Apparently the Hispanic man is hired help and was waiting for Bob across the street to come home. P.S. The car has a for sale sign in the back window if anyone is interested.

(At this point, you’d think we could put a bow on this. Nope.)

Lisa
Caleb said that the mustang that is across the street and down a few houses has been there off and on for weeks and has a for sale sign on it. He did not see anyone sitting in the car, but was going to call 9-1-1 just to have them check it out.

Crystal
why are you calling 911?

Marsha
that’s what you do when someone is sitting in front of your house for an hour

Crystal
Why wouldn’t you just ask him why he was sitting in front of your house for an hour?

Marsha
because I am not crazy and live in Dallas with the highest crime rate in the nation

are you that naive

Crystal
Our police force is so sparse as it is… calling the emergency line for a non-emergency… seems kind of extreme when you or your neighbor could just walk out there and say… “Do you need … something?” There is probably a reasonable excuse for that person to be there at 10 am on a Friday…

im just curious why this is suspicious…. he’s sitting there.. in plain view… inside a vehicle… during the day. I mean… if he were sitting in your backyard, wearing a ski mask carrying a machete…i would be suspicious… but its a guy in a car.

Crystal
Dallas doesn’t have the highest crime rate in the nation. we don’t even rank in the top ten…

Everyone should have a healthy fear of suspicious activity… but not everything is suspicious. I’d be more afraid of having a neighbor call the cops every time i decided to sit in my car and read a book while waiting on someone…. than actually having a person sitting in their car in front of my house.

Melissa
I would go out and ask him a simple question or two.

Marsha
well I read in my house.

Crystal
I just can’t with this….good luck

(Think she’s turning off the computer now? Think again.)

Peggy
We do not rank that high in the nation, but we have had recent crime in the neighborhood. I am a peace officer and Marsha is correct. You always call the pd or if you have a neighborhood peace officer that patrols, you can call first. Since they are not always on duty call 911. That is what we do and you should never approach a suspicious vehicle by yourself. If the vehicle is there for a reason, then we can quickly find that out and everyone is good. The vehicle or person may just be the one we are looking for concerning a home invasion, vehicle damage etc.

It helps to know your neighbors and have their contact info so you can call and check with them if you have a question. You should also pay attention to what is going on around you and that will help to know where a vehicle is questionable or not.

Crystal, If you are sitting in front of someones house for an extended period of time you can expect that pd may come by to see who you are and why you are there. Just remember that everyone’s healthy fear is different and what you fear is obviously totally different than Marsha’s and we need to respect that.

Marsha
I park my vehicle in said garage and it is too dark to read in there

Michelle
Marsha, you could get a flashlight:)

Marsha
Maybe I am weird I just do not believe in being in harms way and yes I pack one

Marsha
I read on my front porch alot. I am not afraid I just do not seek trouble with strangers. Even walking my dogs I am very cautious of undersireables

M J
Marsha: LOL it’s too dark to read in my garage too!

M J
As far as concern, the first thing that came into my mind was Hispanic male in a small gray car…..and the two incidences on Bon Aire where the people gave that exact description.

Crystal
calling the police and reporting a suspicious activity is different than calling 911. We should not abuse the emergency line for non-emergent situations… By taking an operators time up on the phone, we are taking the way a person that could be available for a true life threatening emergency.

Northeast Operations Division 214-670-4415

Crystal
Peggy, thanks for your response. I do respect the fact that everyone has a different and valid opinion about what is suspicious or not… I’m personally just not understanding why this is suspicious, … or an reason for a 911 call…but that’s just me.

Most people would probably assume that lengthy visits in front of a home that is not yours would make you look suspicious, unless you were supposed to be there for one reason or another. And I also think that most people would expect that a police officer would be called at some point if they were there for too long… a criminal probably wouldn’t want that kind of attention… especially during the daytime. I generally assume that a person sitting in a vehicle during the middle of the work week during daylight hours probably has a reason to be there. But again.. thats just me.

And if a cop asked me what I was doing reading in my car… Not a problem… Because I’m not doing anything illegal… But now this officer has wasted his time investigating a person sitting in her car in the middle of the day instead of being available to help during a real situation that may be taking place…

And then we ask…where were the police? It took them too long to get there.

Mark
I would encourage researching the VIP (Volunteers in Patrol) neighborhood crime program. Eastwood’s is very robust and effective. These types of situations and others are covered by the police during the training.

Peggy
Crystal, a car with someone sitting in it for an extended period of time could also be someone watching the area, seeing who is coming and going and when. Criminals can be really dumb. They figure if … they are not doing anything but sitting in a car, then the police can’t do anything to them. They do not know what we may be recording, names, lic numbers, makes and models.

I know who should be in front of my house and I know what is going on with my neighbors. This way if someone is in front of my house, I know if they should or should not be there. I am not with Dallas PD, but last time I checked their non emergency number rings to 911 and when I asked, they said they do not have a real non emergency number. But that was years ago and it could have changed. You have the same number I have for non emergency.

We still prefer that you not approach a vehicle by yourself and call us. Especially when it was stated above that the same description was given regarding two incidents recently. Short story…this happened to my husband 2 weekends ago. He parked his truck on the street (side of our house on a corner lot). He decided to work on his truck and pulled it into the driveway. While working on it a small car with a guy in it pulled up and parked just up from where he parked, partially in his spot. This was a Saturday afternoon and when he pulled up and sat in his car, my husband walked over and asked if he could help him. The guy said he was there to advertisements on the doors and he got out and went about his business. When my husband was done, he pulled his truck out and put it back where he usually parks, but was pretty close to this guys car. When the guy got back to his car, he decided to stick a knife in his tire. (this has been confirmed) Moral of the story…when you walk out and question someone, you have told them “I live here” and you do not know if they will take offense to what you have asked or said. Something to think about.

Spencer
Crystal, you and I usually see eye to eye on matters like this, but I’ve personally witnessed people casing homes by merely sitting in their car, during the day. One of the guys that I called … attention to on this board was arrested the next day in our neighborhood. He was doing loops in our neighborhood, mid-block U-Turns, pausing to scope things out, staring me down, etc. for a solid 30 minutes. He came back the next day to burglarize some folks and was arrested.

And “There’s the gun” is hilarious. The gun finds its way into every thread. With the new open carry laws for CHL holders, I might have to greet a few suspicious individuals with a suspender-style double holster.

Crystal
I think everyone may have missed my point.

Let me clarify… Yes, it does seem like a suspicious activity to most people..

But suspicious does not always mean emergency. My concern is the abuse of the 911 for non emergency calls.

Reports should most definitely be made… But not by flooding the line of a very precious resource that some one may actually need.

If what Peggy says is true and that number goes to 911… Have at it! Dial away! I hope your fingers don’t get cramped up. That’s on the dpd to delegate. But the non emergency line is an option.

As for me I hope you all come out to the Hindu temple on Sunday and meet all of your neighbors…. I don’t want anyone to call the cops on me if I’m reading In my car next week!

Kimberly
Wow! This has turned into a what/who’s right or wrong. I was merely asking if anyone knew any info only because he had been sitting there for awhile and I was concerned. I thought that’s what this .. site was for neighbors helping neighbors, but I am clearly seeing that it is a battle site that I do not want any part of. I am personally sorry for starting such a heated debate. I hope everyone has a wonderful rest of their day.

(That’ll teach you. Reach out for help and you get a bag of crazy. But hold on – we’re about to find out why Crystal has issues with this… )

Crystal
In 2010 my father was in an explosion that covered him in high octane gasoline and flames. This was in a smaller Louisiana town and pretty far from a hospital.

My brother called 911 to get an ambulance at the same time a call about a possible poacher hunting before deer season opened. The ambulance never showed, so they put my fathers badly burned body into a car and sped down the highway towards the hospital. At one point a police car pulled out behind them and had lights flashing….they assumed that they were assisting them on the way to the emergency room.

Upon pulling in to the hospital they pulled out the female driver out of the car and threw her to the ground with a gun in in her face.. They thought she had been poaching and was evading arrest.

After everything finally was figured out we learned that the non emergency call of a possible poacher was called in after a person heard a loud explosion….that explosion was my father and that call cost him a lot of time that should have been used trying to get him help. He ultimately spent about 2 months in the burn unit at LSU and had to go through multiple skin grafts. It was an emergency.

I know we are in Dallas, and not the backwoods of Louisiana but to me only emergencies should be called into 911. If you have time to discuss it in social media… You have time to look up the non emergency line.

Dallas has many more operators than my dads parish did… And I would expect they are staffed properly to handle our crime population…. But please consider this before calling.

Crystal and Peggy, in response you your reply about how you may be gathering make/model/plates on suspicious vehicles… That’s exactly what should happen… But no one needs to call 911 for that to happen. Concerned citizens can get that on their own. Just write it down and report it promptly.

Aaron
I think even in our small Dallas neighborhood people react differently to situations. If I saw someone parked out front I wouldn’t necessarily call the police. I’ve had landscapers here, a notary, all kinds of people for estimates.

A lot of people come early but they won’t come to the door until the appointment time. So they catch up on paperwork, etc parked outside. If I saw this and wasn’t suspecting someone I think I’d get the vehicle info then ask before labeling them ‘undesirable’ or ‘suspicious.’ Just me.

Marsha
and i would like to know the one who that flagged my post. for real?

Crystal
Which post…(it wasn’t me)…I kinda like scandalous posts to simmer without removal… Now I want to know which one was offensive!

Marsha
I said undersireable because a person tried to approach me and my dogs and my dogs said no. I always trust my instinct and I am out of this discussion now

Crystal
Oh I guess I missed that all together.

Marsha
well I am gonna take the Tacoma to the front of the house and read a bit and just check it out

You see, I came across a story today that I just can’t ignore. Some may find it unpleasant, even shocking.

The headline: China Says, Please Stop Hiring Funeral Strippers.

OMG. Wait, what??! Is that a thing?

Yes. Yes it is.

God, I love China. Squeeeeee!

Without them where would we get children’s toys made of (or painted with) lead? Where would we get poison pet food? Where, I ask you, would we get toothpaste that contains ingredients found in anti-freeze?

No where. That’s where.

Well, maybe Taiwan would step up to the plate.

Here’s the deal. Apparently, in order to attract a good-sized crowd that brings honor to the deceased and to the family of the deceased, there has to be some sort of incentive. I mean really – most funerals are not that entertaining. Unless you attended my father’s – which was a laugh riot. But mostly, funerals are on the dull side. So, in China, especially rural China, people thought it would be good to provide some entertainment. Like opera. So for awhile opera at funerals was all the rage. Then the novelty of that wore off and people started showing movies at their relative’s funeral. (You know, like “please join us as we celebrate the life of (deceased) and enjoy a screening of “Planes, Trains and Automobiles.”) By the way, if this catches on in the U.S., please play Gone with the Wind at mine.

Well, I guess movie screenings just weren’t drawing the crowds like they’d hoped – so the big idea now is strippers. Imagine it – in the middle of a funeral dirge, a strip tease breaks out. “Nearer my God to Thee” segues into “You Can Keep your Hat On.”

Oh, and sometimes, they bring snakes with them. The strippers, not the deceased. Because just a plain ole’ stripper isn’t enough of a draw. Frankly, things have gone horribly wrong in a woman’s life if she says to herself, “I could really get on board with a career taking off my clothes and gyrating around a corpse.” Then again, things have gone horribly wrong if you are dead and your nearest and dearest thinks no one will show up to say goodbye to you unless there’s a partially naked woman dancing on your grave.

The Ministry of Culture claims the funeral-stripper business is thriving in rural areas due to a “general lack of cultural events.” Really? How hard is it to pull together a nice, family-friendly square dance? Or a rousing game of bingo?

But never fear. The Chinese government is all over this. The ministry claims that “Those responsible for vulgar acts will be punished.”

Like this:

In the interest of finding new and creative reasons to be dissatisfied, I decided recently that I missed the little birdhouses we had at our previous home and wanted to have something similar at our new place.

At the old house several birdhouses were positioned right outside our bedroom window, which was over our bed. Every morning those little baby birds would start screeching around 5:30 or 6:00. It was unnerving. However, I DID enjoy watching them in the evening. The key would be to place these in a location where we could sleep in the morning without the serenade.

So, having seen how easy the whole process was – after all, the birdhouses were there when we moved in, I imagined that all I needed to do was purchase a bird house or two and BOOM, I’d have a yard full of happy little bird families. I was a little slow about getting them hung up come spring, and am worried we’ll end up with lazy, good-for-nothing birds that are left over in the neighborhood, instead of good, law abiding, church-going bird families.

Turns out it doesn’t matter. I’d take some dead beat birds right about now. Why? No birds have yet taken up residence. The houses are different types – and I have them spread out and in different locations around the back yard, so you’d think ONE of them would attract a tenant. There’s a bird condo, which would be perfect for a couple of families – a tiny bird house that may be too small for an actual bird family – but it would be fine for a single bird who doesn’t need a lot of room for entertaining – and the third is an adorable ceramic bird that is a “house.” The Duchess gave me that after my procedure. It’s for fancy birds with a sense of irony.

I swear – the bird houses at our previous residence were just basic wooden birdhouses – and one was a metal watering can. Hell, the outside light over our garage door was a favorite location for one stubborn bird and family. I can’t tell you how many times Robert pulled the nest out of there lest it catch fire.

I don’t get it. I have a bird feeder that is getting a lot of action – so birds are definitely around. Maybe my birds just aren’t in a romantic mood yet or ready to start families. Maybe I have professional, career-oriented birds.

Meanwhile, on the front porch the other day, I had hung some purple and red heart decorations for my pre-surgical “cardiac and cocktails” party. Well, what happens? A damn hummingbird comes flying up and checks out the red ribbons, only to discover they are not nectar or a feeder of any kind. So off he or she flies. Totally excited, I go online and order a hummingbird feeder and a few days later place it where the ribbons were hanging on the front porch.

I will never see a hummingbird again.

Side note – its weird how in advertisements, you see hummingbird feeders with red nectar or “Sugar water” inside. If you read instructions on line, everyone says red food coloring is bad for the birds and to not use it. Go figure.

Who knew it would be so challenging to attract little feathered friends?

Like this:

Friday the 10th, we arrived at the medical center around 6:00 AM to prep for my cardiac ablation procedure. They ask you to come at that ungodly hour to save on anesthesia –

Anyway – by the time I was poked, prodded and bored out of my skull, they wheeled me down the hall to surgery. Once perched on the operating table, they began apologizing. Why? Because the gel pads that were to be placed up and down my bare back and used to visualize my heart in 3D had not made their way under the warming pad, and thus were like little gel covered ice cubes.

The anesthesiologist arrived, said something witty, and before I knew it I was waking up in recovery. More than 3.5 hours had passed. Nice nap. My only clue that something had happened was the pain in my chest. I still had not seen my doctor and don’t even know for sure if he was there, although he apparently spent a good deal of time with Robert and my mother.

As expected when one spends the night in the hospital, I had a terrible night’s sleep punctuated by visits from nurses taking my blood pressure, temperature and poking at me. Around 9:00, I was visited by three wise men. No, wait, that’s a different story. I was visited by two different doctors. One from the cardiac practice and one that was the on call internist. Both of these doctors proceeded to give contradictory advice and opinions. The only thing they had in common was puzzlement over why the cardiologist gave me anything for pain. You see, weeks ago, my doctor wrote 2 prescriptions and told me to get them filled because I would need cream and/or patches for post surgical discomfort. (Apparently, one doesn’t want to take pain medication that could cause stomach bleeding when on blood thinners and such.) When I asked the doctors about the patches and cream, they looked at me like I had 12 heads and said, “Why would you need that?”

“Because I’m in pain?”

Shrug, they replied.

So now I have something like 44 patches and a jar full of pain cream that has never been used. Oh, but I got a call from my insurance yesterday saying they had automatically refilled these items and were shipping them to me overnight. Why on earth would the doctor have okayed MORE pain management supplies 2 weeks after surgery and WHY in the name of God won’t they ever do that with Valium??

But aside from that, my heart is still going into Afib on occasion, which is supposed to be normal for the next few months. Hopefully, soon, I will be back on an aspirin a day and off all the weird medications with side effects like blood shooting out of your eyeballs.

Seriously, the list includes:

blood in the eyes

bruising or purple areas on the skin

confusion – What?

coughing up blood

decreased alertness – What?

difficulty swallowing

dizziness

fainting

fast heartbeat

headache

hives, itching, skin rash

joint pain or swelling

nausea and vomiting

nosebleeds

puffiness or swelling of the eyelids or around the eyes, face, lips, or tongue

redness of the eye – not to be confused with blood in the eye. Or mud in the eye for that matter.

severe stomach pain

shortness of breath

tightness in the chest

unusual tiredness or weakness – how would I notice? I’m always tired.

vomiting of blood or material that looks like coffee grounds

I guess the bottom line is, if there is blood involved, it’s usually a pretty good indication that something has gone awry. Let’s all try to avoid that, shall we?

Now, here’s an image of my heart – before and after. The before is purple – which is good – and the after has all those dots where he “burned” it so the electrical current doesn’t shoot from one side to the other.

Like this:

The great peacock debate, courtesy of Next Door. Because sometimes people have too much time on their hands and aren’t irritating enough to their neighbors.

Beverly 5d ago I’m thinking about maybe getting a peacock with a couple of hens with the idea of establishing a free range neighbor flock. They would be noisy, especially during mating season, but fun and beautiful. How do others feel about this idea? I wouldn’t want any harm to come to them. Thank 4 Reply 43

Who thinks about getting an ostentation of peacocks, I ask you? How are they fun? It’s not like you can ride them. They’re not great at fetch. And where does one acquire them? Is there a peacock area at the Home Depot? How have I missed this? And yes, it is an ostentation of peacocks. There are some other descriptors as well, but I prefer that term for what should be obvious reasons.

Mary 5d ago I think it is cool as I have seen the flock across the highway. I would only be concerned about traffic as people fly through on these streets. In my opinion and unfortunately, traffic patterns are of huge concern for their safety.

Barry 5d ago With all due respect, it is not yours or anyone else’s place to introduce a foreign species into our ecosystem without knowing the impact it may or may not have. In your own yard is one thing, but in the wild to roam and breed as they please is another. Some real research should be done before doing something like this.

Hello, peacock party pooper.

Leslie 5d ago I love the coolness of the idea, however it is not cool for the Peacocks. You would be attracting our beautiful wild coyotes and bobcats to ‘misdeeds’ that are natural living for them.

George 5d ago Peacock poop and dead carcasseswill not beautify the neighborhood …

Word.

Jessie 5d ago It depends. Will they be allowed to jaywalk?

Looky there. A little throwback to the jaywalking kerfuffle from Part 1.

Gerald 5d ago As long as the peacocks stay on their leashes, clean up after themselves and are properly trained in the use of side arms, I have no problem with it.

Mark 5d ago Though gambling is illegal, and I have never done so in my snow-driven life, it would be interesting to wager how long a free-range anything would last here.

Dave 5d ago Yes!! I love peacocks!!

Keep up Dave, the winds are not blowing that direction.

Lavinia 5d ago I concur with most of the other responses. Don’t think it’s a good idea. Perhaps not even a sane idea.

Ouch. That could be awkward when you run into each other at the grocery store.

Susan 4d ago I think that peacocks would be too noisy and difficult to manage — but I hope you’ll keep the ideas coming!! Maybe something to do with local native species, like owls?

Ugh. This is the person who gives everyone a trophy for just showing up.

Jessie 4d ago I hope those owls jay walk the hell out of the neighborhood.

Hostile, much?

Parker 4d ago I would really like to see a herd of dwarf fainting goats.

The Next Door app discussed in Fun with Neighbors, Part 1, continues to inform and entertain. I believe I mentioned something about Thanking and Flagging in my previous post. “Thank” and “Flag”” are beneath each comment posted. Sort of like the “Like” “Comment” or “Share” options in Facebook.

Well, I started seeing a lot of people complaining about their comments being flagged. In fact, one of the “Leaders” had to go online and post about it.

Amy 3dOk… I thought I might come right out and clarify a few things. We all hate each other a teensy bit sometimes.

Someone is rude, or insensitive. We say stuff we would often NEVER say if we were standing mere feet away from this other person and their children/spouse, or if we did, we would probably acknowledge that it was something our own mothers might lecture us about for at least the next week…

This post actually had to be written to adults. You see, if you “Flag” a post, it is referred to the neighborhood “Leaders” to review and potentially delete. Some people are claiming everything they write is flagged. Even the post they wrote about flagging got flagged.

It has since come to light that some people (I’m betting I could pick them out in a line up) believe that by hitting “Flag” it means they “Like” the post or want to save it to look at later. Like in Outlook email. So when they are trying to show support for their neighbor they are actually riling them up until they become a foaming at the mouth, hysterical, fist waving, full fledged nut job.

And let me tell you, it is AWESOME to watch. Now, I think some people do actually intend to “Flag” every post as being offensive. Because they don’t agree with it. Not because it is particularly offensive. Although there are disagreements about what is offensive too.

Don’t you love our country? I TOTALLY do.

I actually read a thread where a woman was defending her use of the term “douche bag.” Some were offended and called her out saying she had no class, or no verbal creativity. Others suggested substitutes like “deuce” or “dirt.” By the end of the discussion she was reasoning that as a douche is an item used for cleansing, it could be viewed as a positive thing, depending on your perspective.

There are also helpful anti-crime tips like this from Eric:

Keep an eye on your cars/don’t leave anything valuable in them. I accidentally left mine unlocked last night and this morning it had been thoroughly rummaged through. Not technically a “break in”, but clearly someone is in the neighborhood looking for opportunities. I’m on Rogue Street.

I did NOT make up the street name. Ironic, no?

In response someone actually admitted:

Martin 25 MarSame thing on our street. Wife left hers unlocked and the iPad is gone this am.ThankFlag

Seriously? I would flag this post simply because people should be warned that this couple is simple-minded. What person leaves stuff in their cars these days? Except for my stepsons. <burn>

There are also regular reports of people in hoodies walking down the street. (Can we all agree the hoodie is just a bad fashion choice these days? For anyone?)

In response to a comment about the high crime in the area and a resident’s determination to move away, this conversation took place.

Oh, yes it did.

Lara 10 MarI have lived here 11 years and love the neighborhood and the people in it. There are many wonderful individuals who devote countless hours to making this a wonderful community. I appreciate the fact that DPD can’t be everywhere at once. They are not “worthless”, in fact quite contrary. They do an exceptional job with the resources they have. I sleep a whole lot better at night knowing they’re running down murderers, rapists, and drug pushers rather than my power washer. And to Kim specifically: You stated above, “I am mvg to Nola whr I can shoot ppl if needed & don’t hv to worry about any consequences! I am so ovr this nghbrhd& pos house!!! I would nvr buy a hse n this nghbrhd!” If that is truly how you feel, then thank you for moving. Not trying to be snarky. But you are mischaracterizing a great neighborhood. And you are completely ignorant to what DPD really does.ThankFlag Kyle 10 Mar
Just trying to clarify- so there’s more crime here, in our neighborhood, than in New Orleans, la? Doubt thatThankFlag

Kim 10 Mar
Thr is more crime thr but different. When sum1 broke n2 my property Dpd said don’t do anything when we chased em down& said they would do sumthng but did nothing when we r w/in walking distance to the police dept,& came an hr later not even wanting to make a report. Worthless!!!ThankFlag

Gail 10 Mar
Wait, what?ThankFlag

Debbie 10 MarLara, should we be good neighbors and help the move take place without a hitch?ThankFlag

Thanks to Next Door, I bet there was a line of neighbors waving her off on moving day. I’m not sure if each used their whole hand or just one finger, but still…

* Some conversations have been edited to be shorter for publication and frankly, because it wasn’t that great.